Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

After preparing the pot for the medicinal herb and the pot by noon, the pot will finally start making the medicinal water by firing the pot in the afternoon.

In the kitchen of the healing ward, light each pot with its own kettle.

It is the role of the second graders to light firewood.

Seed fire from Celia, and carefully increase the fire while receiving instructions from the third grade.

Almark watches Zap as he tries to catch fire.

Meanwhile, Wendy and Morgan arrange the medicinal plants in such a way that they are not mistaken.

The order and timing of serving vary depending on the type of herb and the medicinal water being made.

Something to keep before you light it up.

Something to put in when the water gets warm.

Place in boiling water.

Something to put in the last one.

Place the pan where the fire grows.

Put in the prescribed amount of herbs in order, while slowly stirring the pot with a magical stick.

It is the role of the magical stable third graders to stir it up.

Wendy and Morgan had a replacement stick, and after spinning the pan around, Almark had the stick around when the water started boiling.

"Be careful with the magic."

According to Wendy, Almark nodded nervously.

"Okay."

"Be careful, even if you don't have enough magic, it's just a bad weed soup."

Even Morgan's words nodded with a nervous face.

"Okay."

The torque passed by the side looked back at Almark's face and smiled with his nose.

"Oh, Deg. Now we can make poison soup here."

Torque. Torque.

Wendy stares at the torque.

"Don't say anything extra."

Regardless, the torque looks pleasant on Almark's face.

"Look, the trick to making medicated water is to adjust the magic. You need to keep pouring a certain amount of magic throughout the pan. You can't have too much magic, too little, or too much bias. Do it well so you don't ruin everybody's hard work."

"I know."

Almark nodded.

"Hey, torque. Stop it."

Wendy takes Almark's hand.

"It's okay, the torque is just too much, it's not that hard."

"That's right. I made it, too."

That's what Morgan said.

"It's not a big deal. I'm telling the truth."

Torque said so with all his heart's pleasure and walked away.

"All right, I'll do it."

Wendy and Morgan rushed to stop Almark trying to stick a stick into the pan.

Don't panic, Almark.

"That's right. It's your timing."

"No, it's okay. It's time to put some magic into it."

Uh-huh.

They look at each other with anxiety.

Almark puts the stick in the pan and starts spinning an unspeakable color liquid.

When I tried to apply magic, I was surprised at the poor magic conduction of the stick for the first time.

That's true. It's not a magician's wand or anything, it's just a pot stick. It is not designed to pass through magic.

Anyway, if you put a lot of magic into it in order to pass through the hard magic, it feels dangerous.

"Almark"

Wendy whispers softly.

"To make it easier to pass the magic, you have to work hard."

I feel relieved by the words.

I see.

The basis of all magic is meditation.

Practice your magic well and improve your quality.

Recently, he had the power of Mars' wand and had forgotten its importance.

Almark closes his eyes and shakes off the clutter.

Develop magic in your body.

Almark, who exercised his magic too carefully, opened his eyes.

In the meantime, the pot boiled and was filled with new herbs.

The magic is transmitted to the stick.

This time, I will go through.

I knew it myself.

Thanks to the firm kneading, the magic passed through the stick as if water were soaked in it.

You can see your magic penetrating the liquid in the pan through the stick.

"Yes, that's fine."

Wendy nods.

"Turn the stick slowly."

Almark nodded and responded, slowly turning the stick.

Your magic is mixed up in the liquid.

"Almark, that's fine. Don't make a rash."

He nods to Morgan's words.

Slowly and carefully.

The magic spreads to every corner of the liquid that fills the pan.

The torque passed through the neighborhood again, and left with a boring tongue.

After some magic and stirring the pot, Almark took over the stick to Wendy and breathed.

Fita is not tired of watching Wendy spin the pot, but Morgan and Zap can't see if another team went to chill out.

"Good work, Almark."

That's what Raido came next door to.

"Hey, Raido. How are you?"

"Yeah, we have Leila."

That's what Reido says and smiles.

"Most of the instructions come from Leila. We just follow. Garaine is silently stirring the pot now."

I see. That's right. "

"Almark seems to be doing better."

"Yeah, thanks to Wendy and Morgan."

"But I'm not used to this smell."

Reido smiles bitterly.

The kitchen is filled with an unspeakable smell due to the many kinds of herbs being simmered.

"What kind of medicinal water are Al Marks making?

"I wonder if it was magic cultivation and cold air. It's going to be cold."

Almark answered.

The autumn evening herbs are just full of magic, and you can make many kinds of medicinal water by changing the amount and order of each.

Each team was left to decide what to make with it.

"We're similar."

Reido nods.

"Nelson was trying to make a waterproof potion. Norish leaked me into the ordinary potion."

Aquatic bugs. The boots steam in the winter. "

Almark laughs bitterly.

"There's still plenty of kettles left, so you can make them separately."

Almark said that Reido looked like he remembered.

"That's right. I came to say that."

That's how I gently whisper to Almark.

"Leila is making another pot of medicinal water."

Huh?

"Go to Leila later."

Reido smiled refreshed.

"I think it's made for you to drink."